Dr Dre Feat Eminem - Forgot About Dre

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Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low key

Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's

No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries



Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add

To the wall full of plaques

Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please

You better bow down on both knees



Who you think taught you to smoke trees?

Who you think brought you the oldies?

Eazy E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's, The Snoop D O double G's

And the group that said mother "Fuck Tha Police"



Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?



Y'all better listen up closely

All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep

So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me

Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me

And turn me back to the old me



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



So what do you say to somebody you hate

Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?

Then just study a tape of N.W.A.



One day I was walkin' by, wit a Walkman on

When I caught a guy give me an awkward eye

And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not



I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage

Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off

"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops"



I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs

And when the cops came through me

And Dre stood next to a burnt down house

Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out



So from here on out it's the Chronic 2

Startin' today and tomorrow's the new

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew

Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies



In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid 80's

Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailey



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin' up to me

Wit your hands out lookin' up to me, like you want somethin' free

When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me



But now that I got this little company

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease

But you won't get a crumb from me

'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton



I told 'em all, all them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all?

Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none

What you think I sold 'em all? 'Cause I stay well off



Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off

What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad

Tryin' to get this damn label off?

I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath



It ain't gon' be nothin' after that

So give me one more platinum plaque

And fuck rap, you can have it back

So where's all the Madd Rappers at?



It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you savage cats

Know that I was strapped wit gats

When you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre



Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre